How many times have I quietly sobbed today?
Finally letting my walls down as I let myself know I am alone.
The room is filled with heavy gasps of air,
only for my ears to hear.
No, these aren't your regular inhales and exhales.
They come with little sobs and whimpers
that changes your breathing,
They come with sharp pains in your chest as if you're drowning,
They come with little pools of water that has the capacity to carry an immense weight of sadness.
Defying the Laws of Physics,
wetting your face that never seems to stay dry
with each little drop.
All at once,
You feel as they come at you.
Like a firework had just been lit,
prepared for what's to come on the 4th of July.
.
.
.
.
Suddenly, all these that surges from you stops.
Your ears ***** on slow yet heavy thumping sounds . . . !
footsteps
You get up, and the fireworks in your chest fall at once to your hollow stomach.
Making a crashing noise of empty cans on shards of previously broken glass.
You wipe your tears and stare back,
as your reflection in the mirror smiles at you.
a fleeting moment of hate and disappointment pass through your mind
Inhale. . . .
. . . .Exhale
"it's sharp and it stings...
...it's tight and all very familiar"
A new task has begun as soon as you end one,
and just as quick a routine ends and night awakens....
The same routine awaits to greet you,
once the Sun wakes the world.
title inspired by Kate Chopin's "The Story of an Hour". give it a read if you haven't :))
! TW !: I feel like people with anxiety might find the last line triggering
